PAID TO SEDUCE HIS MOTHER

It was the last Thursday in May. Mike Jacoby grinned as he turned down Belle Vista Drive, the street to his house, and with good reason. The culinary team of seniors at the Chefs Institute he had led in the final competition not only had been judged best overall, they had led in all the judging categories, including teamwork.

Better than that, though, was that he had been voted Most Valuable Team Member, for stepping in and taking over when the original team leader had to withdraw. Using ingredients already purchased, he had totally revamped the menu and reassigned personnel to best take advantage of their individual strengths.

Aside from a modest cash prize and bragging rights, because of their overwhelming win, his team had been excused from the final week of school, and the massive clean-up that entailed. He had the entire summer off until he began his new job, with the region's best known gourmet restaurant, right here in his home town.

He hadn't alerted any of his family he was coming home a week early. His plan was to sneak in today and prepare them a scaled down version of the dinner his team had produced, all based on recipes he had created.

The family home was at the end of the cul de sac and occupied the entire southern half of the traffic circle at the end. There were no immediate neighbors in back, or on either side of the house, with at least two lots between his house and the closest ones. As he pulled into the traffic circle, he saw an unfamiliar silver Acura in front of his house. He used his remote to open the garage and drove in to hide his 5 year-old SUV. Surprised to find the garage empty, he grabbed his cooking supplies and let himself into the house through the kitchen entrance.

As he placed his groceries on the kitchen table, he heard a woman's voice, encouraging someone to fuck her harder and faster. He followed the sounds into the living room where he saw a strange redhead obviously riding someone's dick; a someone who was currently hidden from his view by the sofa.

The redhead was young, no older than Mike, with shoulder length hair. Her breasts, a very full C, were capped by thick, dime-sized nipples a little darker than her hair. Mike stepped into the room to see the lucky recipient of her actions, and to find out how they got into the house for their tryst.

"Excuse me," he started, and stopped, dumbfounded.

"Mike! What the fuck are you doing here?" shouted the man, sitting up, and, consequently, dumping the redhead to the floor.

"Dad? Well, I sure as hell don't have to ask you that question. What's going on? Where's Mom? And who the fuck is this?" he demanded.

"Uhh, oh, hmm. Marty, you better get dressed and leave us alone. My son and I obviously need to have a talk. I'll see you at the office tomorrow."

"OK, Mr Jacoby, if you say so," she answered, giving Mike as appraising glance, "but I could do both of..."

"Tomorrow, I said, Marty; now be a good girl and get out of here." She pouted, looking at Mike, as she stood up, revealing a matching auburn landing strip.

Mike shook his head, wanting to not believe what he was seeing and hearing. He turned and walked back into the kitchen and began putting his supplies away. He no longer felt like cooking, and, busy, didn't hear Harry, his father, come into the room.

"I guess I have some explaining to do," Harry said, announcing his arrival.

"You always did have a knack for pointing out the obvious, Dad." Mike glanced over his shoulder to look at his father, standing in the doorway in plaid boxer briefs.

"With you kids gone, your mother and I, well we...I mean, I, uh, errr, ah, oh, shit!" he stammered. "We just don't seem to have anything in common anymore. We don't go anywhere, do anything, together. Our sex life is...whenever I've approached her, she's turned a cold shoulder, said she didn't feel good, or was too tired, or...just didn't want to," he said with a defeatist shrug. "So, I've found other..."

"I get the picture, Dad, and if that's true, I can't blame you." Mike turned to look at his father. "But, Jesus Christ, Dad, on the living room floor!? What if it had been Mom who walked in? Or Ellie? Talk about shit hitting a fan!

"Are you two getting a divorce? Has Mom moved out?"

"I...I...I don't know, about the divorce. We both still live here, but it's like roommates, or worse, brother and sister. I sleep in the guest room, now. I've told her I want a divorce, but she won't even discuss it."

"Does she know you're..."

"No, not that I'm sure, but I imagine she suspects. I'm home every night, sometimes late, but...this was the first time I've brought anybody here. I had to take my car into the shop and asked Marty to drive me back. When I mentioned I lived nearby, she asked to see the house, and..."

"TMI, Dad. Any idea why Mom is so resistant to the divorce?"

Harry shrugged. "Afraid of being alone? I don't know. We got married a month before she graduated from high school. You were just starting to show; oops, didn't know that, did you? I started the company, made my son and got married in a six month period. Except for the marriage, everything else has turned out pretty damn good. Even that was good until fairly recently."

"You don't see any hope for the two of you?" Harry stuck out his lower lip as he did when considering weighty matters, and slowly shook his head. Mike took a deep breath, smelling an opportunity for something he had dreamt about since he was fourteen.

"You know, I should tell Mom about this." He held up his hands to stop his father's angry outburst. "I said should, not would. If what you have told me about her is true, then I have a proposal for you.

"I'll keep your secret, and keep mom off your back. In addition, I'll broker a divorce by end of summer on fair terms." Harry looked at him, his head cocked to the side, interest and curiosity evident.

"Yeah? Go on."

"If things are as bad you say, you need a go-between. I'm the one person you can both trust, who has both your best interests at heart." Harry nodded.

"You or Ellie, but okay; go on."

"She leaves for her junior year abroad next Wednesday; she won't be here.

I'm the only game in town, at least the only one you'll both listen to with an open mind.

"If I'm going to do this, there are some things I need from you. You'll need to pay me a fair wage so I don't have to work over summer, and to pay my expenses to entertain Mom. And, this is a biggie, no matter what happens, whether you accept the settlement I propose or not, when you file for divorce, you cannot cite any of our summer activities as a cause. Plus, I need you to sign a statement that you know about my activities, and agreed to them."

"What the fuck... you want me to say I approve of what you're gonna be doing, and pay for it? Then you better goddam explain..." Mike saw his father's face begin to turn red, a danger sign.

"Easy, Dad; if you're right, and I think you may be, that Mom is afraid of being alone, then she needs a course of confidence building. I'm going to spend the summer taking her out where she can be seen and experience being the target of men's attention. You have to admit, she's one of the best looking women in town. She has to made to see that."

"Oh, yeah, Harry grumbled. "I see what you mean. For a minute there, it sounded like you...never mind. Okay, draw up your paper and I'll sign it. Include your pay and that other stuff, too. Anything else?"

"Yeah. I need you to bail on the trip to the cabin this year. Or cut your trip short, to three or four days. Maybe you could take what's-her-name, Marty, on abusinesstrip to Vegas or something," Mike said with a sly grin.

The family owned a three room cabin about a three to four hour drive north, in New York, situated on a small lake in the middle of ten acres of light forest and meadowland. They kept the first three weeks of the summer season for themselves and rented it to employees and local business associates the rest of the season.

"What?" he exclaimed. "Are you trying to get me castrated. You know how your mother feels about that trip. No excuses. Especially this year, with Ellie being gone."

"I know. She thinks it's important to at least look like a family for a little bit each year. I want her angry enough to see divorce as the only real option. Besides, if you're around, it sort of limits what she'll think she can do, in terms of dressing and making herself attractive."

"What about your sister? How are you going to explain this to her?"

"By the time she gets back, it'll all be over. Besides, she's smarter about this stuff than I am. She probably already knows that everything isn't right between you two."

Harry reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer. He looked at his son as he popped the top and took a long drink. "You really think you can do this?"

"Mmhmm, but I'll warn you now, Dad. It ain't gonna be cheap. Giving Mom 55 percent of the company may have given you an edge in getting business, and in financing expansion, but it gives her access to your short curlies if she wants to be difficult."

"That's what I'm paying you for-- to make sure she isn't difficult. Do whatever you have to do." He finished his beer and tossed the empty into the trash on his way out of the room.

Mike nodded. "I intend to," he thought.

Part II

Shove a beat up fedora on his head and a stubby cigar in his mouth, and Harry Jacoby would look like the caricature of Boss Tweed. At five foot eight, and pushing 200 pounds, the 50 year-old businessman was not the man one would envision as the husband of Maggie Jacoby.

Maggie wore flats, or one inch heels at most, to minimize the three inch advantage in height she had over him. As a teen, she had started on a career in fashion modeling, looking like a younger version of Bo Derek, right down to the long ash blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. Younger, and more willowy. At the time, Harry was positive the word willowy had been coined just to describe her.

Harry, twenty-seven then, was staying with his parents to lick his wounds after a locally sensational divorce. He had come home and discovered his now ex-wife in bed with their boss and his wife. The employer had paid a large sum of money to keep his name out of the case, but had offered no objection when his wife was named as co-respondent. Harry was given the house and furnishings, which he quickly sold, and the newer car, but it had cost him his job.

Maggie, at the time, was in her last semester of high school. Her family lived across the street from Harry's parents, so he had often seen her coming and going during the time he was home. One night they found themselves at the same holiday party. Her poise and sophistication led him to believe she was older than she was and he responded accordingly.

She was flattered by the attention from the charming, older man and let herself be seduced. When her period didn't come the second time, she told him first, then the two of them told their parents together. While neither set was overjoyed, they accepted the situation and agreed to support the couple through the upcoming summer. By then, Harry figured, he could have his new mail order business established on the internet, and have a job to support his family while it grew.

She had continued to model right up until six weeks before her due date. Designers, photographers and retailers were in wonder at how chic she made the maternity dresses appear, even that late in her pregnancy.

After Mike was born, Maggie became a hands-on presence in the company, beginning with filling orders and learning the books. It was while she was taking care of Mike, during his first six months, she decided to continue with her education. It took her until he was ten, but she finally got her MBA. Had it not been for Ellie, she often said, she could have done it in eight, but Harry had insisted on a second child.

It was Maggie's idea to position the company as'woman-owned', giving it a slight edge when pursuing both government and not-for-profit business, and even some government loans and grants. Her parents had paid for the stock transfer using money from her college fund.

When it came to business, of Harry, it could be said he was fair, at least as fair as he had to be to get what he wanted. This often caused Maggie to shake her head in exasperation. She was more than willing to share, be it profit or praise, as long as the other parties were willing to share the risk and/or blame.

Since Mike and his sister had both worked in the family business as soon as they could understand, they had often seen both techniques in action, Mike attributed much of his leadership success to the amalgam of his parents' leadership techniques he had absorbed.

Part III

Mike sat at his father's computer in his home office. He thought for a few minutes, then typed:

I have engaged the services of my son, Michael Jacoby, to help me convince my wife, Margaret Jacoby, that our marriage is unsalvageable and needs to be dissolved for both our sakes. He and I have discussed his aims in this matter and his methods to achieve them. I have given said aims and methods my approval.

Based on his knowledge of the family, its assets and resources, he is to suggest a fair division of said assets and resources.

Whether or not my wife and I agree to his suggested settlement, I have agreed that I will not cite as cause for divorce any of his or my wife's activities during the time he is engaged in this activity on my behalf. Any attempt to do so abrogates my rights to redress, and any claim to jointly held financial instruments. Further, I agree, in such circumstance, to pay all of her expenses in this matter.

I have agreed to pay my son minimum wage for his efforts, for twelve hours per day, from June 1 thru Sept 30, of this year, and to cover his reasonable expenses.

__________________________ Date____________________

Harold Jacoby

He read it, then re-read it twice, correcting typos and rewording it so it covered what he and his father had discussed. When he was satisfied, he printed out a single copy. Upstairs, he heard the shower shut off. He grabbed an envelope from his father's desk and went to the kitchen.

Whistling a Sousa march, he started pulling out the supplies he had brought home. From his point of view, the summer just got one helluva a lot better.

Harry came into the kitchen, wearing khakis and a designer polo shirt. "What's got you so happy all of a sudden?"

Mike pointed to the single page agreement on the breakfast bar. Harry scanned it. "Minimum wage? You sure that's enough? Twelve hours a day! What the fuck are you going to be doing for twelve hours a day? Every day? For four months! Just what the fuck do you plan to do?"

Mike looked at his father. "You said since Ellie and I have been gone you've been trying to convince Mom to divorce you. That's been two years of your persuasive techniques. Mom may be feeling insecure about her future without you, but by now I'm sure there is also some anger I have to deal with.

"Except for some logical times, I'm going to be her constant companion for the next four months. If I don't have her agreement by the end of September, I'll give you my wages back."

"Never mind that. If you can do it, it'll be worth it. Are you really sure you want to do this?" Harry picked up the pen and signed and dated the paper. Nodding, Mike folded it and sealed it in the envelope.

"I'm sure, Dad. Here, sign across the flap," he said, pointing across one side of the flap. He took the pen from his father and signed on the other side of the flap. "I'll put this where it's safe. When the divorce is final, I'll give it back to you to destroy. If you try to use anything that happens this summer against Mom, I'll show it to her and her lawyer. Just so you understand."

Harry looked at his son, stunned. Then he grinned. "I always worried about you; thought you were too soft dealing with people, like your mother. But shit, you're a chip off the old block, aren't you? This is something I'd do, given the chance." He laughed and turned to go to the den, to watch TV, never noticing the pile of groceries on the kitchen table.

Part IV

When Ellie had graduated from high school, Maggie had decided to cut back her time at the family business. She had claimed a need for a change as the reason, but it was really just being tired of smoothing over the feathers Harry ruffled as he dealt with customers, suppliers and employees. In her dealings with people locally, she had earned the respect of many local leaders and was asked to serve on several not-for-profit boards of directors.

This afternoon, in addition to the regular monthly board meeting of a large umbrella social agency, she had had a transportation committee meeting dealing with providing low to no cost transportation for Medicaid eligible individuals with disabilities impacting their ability to travel. It was a problem everybody recognized, and one nobody wanted to deal with or be responsible for. She felt like she had been battling with a stone wall.

It was just five o'clock when she pulled up to the garage door. She blew out a breath of relief. Harry's car wasn't in the driveway, which meant he probably would not be home until bed time or later. She had given up caring, and was relieved she wouldn't have to deal with him tonight.

She opened the door of the Xc90 and slid out, closing and locking the door behind her. As she walked to the front door, she caught a trace of the mouth watering aroma of someone cooking some spicy chicken. "Mmm, that would be so good right now," she thought. She unlocked the door and pushed it open, to be immediately assailed with the much more concentrated aroma she had noticed outside.

"What on earth? Harry?" she called. "Harry, are you cooking? Where is your ca... Mike! What on earth are you doing home? Oh, my dear! I am so glad to see you, but..." She was babbling on in her happiness to see her first born child, hugging him around the neck, holding him close.

She was so much in need of emotional support and someone with whom to just chat. As a young couple, she and Harry had been so wrapped up in the business, they had not been able to form any lasting meaningful personal friendships apart from the business. Even when the children came, relationships were centered around them and their needs. Because of her work during high school, she had also missed out in making those bonds which tended to last throughout life. Now, she had a plethora of acquaintances, all of which seemed to be tied to her work or community activities, but no real close friends, no one with whom she could sit down and justbe Maggie.

Mike pulled his mother close, reveling in the touch of her. It was a full body hug, with close contact from hip to head, his arms around her shoulder blades. "Hey, Mom. Dinner will be ready in a half hour, more or less. Your wine is poured, so you just need to sit and relax for a little. Everything's all set."

She released him and turned to look into the dining room. The table was set for three. She felt herself tense, and took a deep breath and expelled it, forcing herself to relax. "Umm, I'm not sure when your..."

"Dad's in the den. He had to take his car into the shop. Someone from the office gave him a ride."

"Oh. Well, when did you get home, and how come you're here now? Don't you have some big year end to do?"

"Yep, and you are looking at the winning crew leader. Pete Stiles, you met him, remember, was supposed to lead our crew, but got sick and had to withdraw. On our crew, I was next in line. I didn't like what he had planned, but we had already purchased the fixings, so I changed some things. We were number one in all the judging categories, which got us excused from clean up next week. I'm all done until October first, when I go to work for Someplace Else, right here in town."

"Oh, Mike, that's wonderful. Will you be staying here, with me, us?"

"I guess. At least, until I get a better offer," he said, with a smile.

Maggie's smile vanished. "The way things are, that wouldn't be very hard. I don't know what your father has said, if anything, but, as I'm sure you'll see tonight, it has been a little tense around here lately."

"Mmhmm. I sort of got that impression."

"Why? What did he say?"

"We'll talk about it later. Tell me what you've been up to. Have you met any interesting girls to introduce me to?"

Maggie laughed. It had been a running joke between them for the past few years that one of her jobs was to find him a suitable wife. He had claimed he was too busy studying to do any dating. "No, I'm afraid all the women I've met lately are all my age or older; too old for your taste, I'm sure."

"Not necessarily. I could go for someone like you. You're not that old, and, god knows, you're pretty enough to...well, you are a really pretty woman, Mom. If you were single, I'd certainly..."

"Mike! You shouldn't talk that way about me. I'm your mother."

"That doesn't change the fact that you're the prettiest woman in town. Or the sexiest."

Maggie was shocked by Mike's observation. She was realistic about her appearance, and, with no ego involved, knew she was very attractive, but sexy? That she found hard to believe. Her husband hadn't approached her for sex in over two years. If it weren't for her own fingers and her loyal silver bullet, she'd be in bad shape.

"Well, I'm glad you think so, but you shouldn't."

"You mean I should lie to myself, deny the truth of what I see? You taught us better than that, Mom. Oops, damn!" he swore as the rice began to boil over. "See, even the rice objects to that." he said, laughing. Maggie's embarrassed laugh joined his.

Part V

To Maggie's relief, the talk veered to the meal preparation as Mike described what was for dinner that evening. It seemed it was only a few minutes and he was announcing it was ready to take to the table. She excused herself to go to the washroom as Mike went to call his father.

In spite of the underlying tension between the couple, conversation over dinner was civil, focusing mostly on Mike, and what he had been doing--in school, socially, and his career plans. It wasn't until Mike served them all an after dinner cocktail and dessert that Harry mentioned the annual trip to their cabin.

"I'm not sure what to do about going up to the cabin this year. There's a convention out in Vegas I should attend, and several large customers on the West Coast I haven't called on in over a year that I should stop and see while I'm out there."

Mike saw his mother tense up. Before she could say anything, he replied, "How long will you have to be gone?" Maggie looked at her son, her face grim.

Harry glanced at his wife, seeing her anger. "I'm not sure. Two, three weeks."

"All the time we set aside for ourselves at the cabin. It's committed for the rest of the season," Maggie said bitterly. "Even if you don't want to be around me, I should think you'd want to spend some time with your children. But no, you always do this, always have done it. Whenever there is a family thing, you always find some excuse to get out of it."

While Maggie's statement was not literally true, both the men recognized the elemental truth behind the statement. Harry had assiduously avoided family functions, be it school events, nieces' and nephews' baptisms, christenings, graduations or weddings. His own children's graduations had been attended only under threat of imminent bodily harm if he did not accompany Maggie.

"Very well, go to your precious convention, and I suppose you'll be taking that new red-headed sales associate you hired. Mike," she asked, turning to face him, ignoring her husband, "will you go up to the cabin with me, to spend some time alone with your mother, since Ellie won't be able to join us, either."

"Uh, yeah, Mom, no problem." Inside, his heart was racing. Things were working out as he had hoped. He was going to have three weeks at the cabin, alone, with his mother. Three weeks to seduce her.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He had expected much more in the way of vituperation from his wife. "Yeah," he said. "I was just going to suggest that. Give you two some time together before Mike has to start working for a living.

"Oh, by the way, son, can you give me a lift to the garage in the morning, so I can pick up my car." Mike nodded, his mouth full of dessert. " Thanks. Well, I'm going to go to watch TV for a bit before I turn in. I'll see you in the morning. About eight, Mike. Is that okay?"

"That's fine, Dad."

As Harry started to walk way, Maggie spoke. "Thank you, Mike, for making dinner. It was absolutely delicious. You deserved to win first place." As she spoke, she was glaring at Harry's back.

He stopped and turned to look over his shoulder. "Yes it was, son. Congratulations." Without another word to his wife, he left the room.

"Ooohh, that man! I swear, he has all the social grace of a...a...a rhinoceros. If I hadn't said something, he would never have acknowledged that you cooked tonight. Sometimes, I think I could put dog food on his plate and he wouldn't know it. Or care if I did." She stood up and began to gather the dirty dishes.

"Leave them, mom. I'll take care of it. Why don't you go get into something comfortable, and we can watch some TV, or a movie."

She flashed him a loving smile. "You shouldn't have to cook and clean up..."

"Why not. You did for a long time. I don't remember us kids helping you out a lot after dinner. Go on, now. Go get comfortable." Maggie put down the plates she was holding and walked around the table to her son, smiling, with tears making her eyes glisten.

"Thank you; for dinner, for cleaning up, and for coming to the cabin with me. I'm looking forward to that." She stretched up and lightly kissed him on the lips. Before he could react, she had stepped away and was on her way out of the room.

Part VI

It was nearly forty-five minutes before Maggie was back downstairs. Her hair was still damp and she was wearing a soft yellow, light cotton lisle night gown which just covered her knees. Mike had finished in the kitchen and was sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV, which was playing whatever music talent show was on that night.

Maggie had to pass between him and the TV to sit beside him. "Do you want to go put on something more comfortable, sweetie?"

"Unh, no, I'm fine, Mom. I'll probably go to bed soon anyway. No sense making the trip twice in such a short time."

"Tired from the trip? That is a long drive for one person."

"Mmhmm. And it's been a long stressful day. Dad said he's asked you for a divorce." He felt Maggie tense up and back away from him slightly.

"Oh. What did he say?"

"That since Ellie and I have gone, you two don't do anything together, or go any where..."

"Yeah, you saw that tonight; whenever we have plans, he always finds someplace else to go with his newest sales associate. If he hadn't had a vasectomy, I'm sure you'd have a village full of siblings."

Mike laughed. "Yeah, he's always seemed to have an eye out for the pretty girl. Has he always been such a horn dog?"

Maggie's face softened a bit. "No. That all started a little after Ellie was born. When we learned I was pregnant, he took it on himself to get cut. And then the delivery was hard and complicated; it was over a year before we could make love again, and I couldn't get pregnant anymore. I think he resented that, and blamed me for the fact he could no longer be a father. I mean have children; he'll always..."

"I knew what you meant, Mom. What about now? How long has it been since you two...?"

"My, aren't you the nosey one?" she laughed. She looked away from him, ostensibly watching the TV. "Too long. Before Ellie left, maybe before you..."

"You're kidding? Three or four years since... no friggin' wonder you two aren't getting along."

Maggie looked at him, a sad smile on her face. "Mike, sweetie, you've got it ass backwards. It's not because we're not having sex that we're not getting along; it's because we're not getting along that we're not having sex. At some point your father decided he'd rather fuck some young chippie than me. Then he'd come home with the smell of her perfume and sex all over him and want to sleep in our bed next to me.

"Some times, he wasn't satisfied and wanted me to take care of him. One night he'd been with someone, and came home drunk to the gills. He tried to force himself into my mouth. That was the last time he asked me."

"You bit him?" Mike asked, his stomach feeling queasy and his sac shrinking up to protect his jewels in reaction to her words.

Maggie smiled. "No, I didn't bite; I just didn't open my teeth when I pulled away." She laughed when Mike pulled himself up into the fetal position. "Oh, don't be so... it wasn't that bad. He was able to walk away. I'm the one who got hurt. I had a bruise on my cheek for a week where he hit me. That was the night he moved into the guest room."

"Your idea, or his?"

"Mine. Why all these questions about your parents' sex life?"

"I... I guess I'm trying to get some sense of how bad the situation is, to see if the marriage can be resurrected."

"I can put your mind to rest on that. Not in my lifetime."

"But he says you won't even discuss a divorce."

"No, not on his terms. And he won't even listen when I try to present mine."

"Which are?" Mike watched as his mother briefly closed her eyes, reviewing the settlement she had presented to Harry the first time he brought up the topic. She opened her eyes and looked at her son.

"What I thought was fair. I get the house and my car; he gets the apartment downtown, and his car. Since neither of us had anything when we got married, we split the bank account and stock, except for my share of the company. He buys that at the highest bid price for a similar company on the day of the divorce judgement, or some arbitrary date set by the judge. And we sell the cabin and split the proceeds."

"And his?"

"Well, the last time, he agreed about the house and the apartment, said I could have the cabin. He also agreed we'd split the stock, except for my share of the company. He claims it's not really mine since he started the company, and my ownership was really just a paper transaction, a sham for business purposes. He wants to pay me what he was paid when the stock was transferred to me, a dollar a share." She thought for a moment. "And in both scenarios, he pays for Ellie to finish her bachelor's degree."

"So, the major bone of contention is the business stock. Anything else?"

Maggie turned her head to gaze at the TV screen, lost in thought for several seconds. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. Mike had to lean in to hear.

"Yes. He has to acknowledge his responsibility in getting us into this state. I know that there were probably things I could have done during that time after Ellie's birth. If I didn't know about them then, he could have shown me, or we could have learned together.

"But for most of that time, he left me alone. I wasn't sick, but I also wasn't up to ...and I was alone with two kids under the age of three. My mother was ill, and my father was just like Harry. Mother Jacoby had her own problems to deal with. Harry's dad was showing the signs of early onset Alzheimer's, so she was in no position to help.

"There wasn't anyone else. His sister was away at school, and Jimmy, my brother was in the service, overseas. But he wanted it all–a quiet house, dinner on the table, me dressed like June Cleaver, and ready to screw like Marilyn Chambers. When I couldn't, his answer, instead of pitching in, was to avoid the problem by looking elsewhere, just like he's always done. Not what can I do to fix this, but where can I find someone to replace the person I see as causing the problem, who, obviously, was never himself.

She shook herself and straightened up. "So, when he can do that, I'll start to seriously discuss terms with him. Until then, I'm comfortable in my life, except for having him underfoot, but I can tolerate that, most days," she said with a sardonic tone to her voice.

Mike shook his head. "I had no idea things were so bad when I was growing up. I get the impression that you don't see any future other than this, uh, Mexican stand-off?"

"Oh, I suppose, some time in the not too distant future, I'll get tired of putting up with Harry's sniping and kvetching and just say to hell with it and let the lawyers come up with some kind of quote-unquote equitable settlement so I can walk away, but if you're asking about some sort of reconciliation, no, that's not in the cards."

"I...was about to say, I'm sorry, but that doesn't really seem appropriate." Mike stood up and stretched. "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Fridays, I keep my calendar clear to make up missed appointments and so on. Tomorrow, I'm free all day. Did you have something in mind?"

"Ellie's due tomorrow night isn't she? D'you suppose we could impose on Dad to make it a family night and go out to dinner. Then you and I could be lazy and catch some rays and pool time."

"You ask him. If I do, he'll say no just on principle." She held out her hand for him to help her up. He pulled her to her feet and into a full-body hug.

"I really do feel bad that you have to live in such a hostile situation. Would you mind if I see if I can talk Dad into an agreement which seems fair to both of you?"

Maggie pulled her head back to look at him. "If he'll listen to anyone in the family, it's you. Go ahead." She reached up to give him a peck on the lips, but before she could pull away, Mike tightened his hug and held her in place a trifle longer than she had intended.

When he broke the kiss, Mike placed his cheek next to hers and softly said, "Love you, Mom. We'll get this sorted out."

Maggie relaxed in his arms, feeling more loved and secure than she had in years, she realized. "I love you, too, Mike. Thank you for helping." She felt tears starting to run down her cheeks and backed away. "Well, I'm off to bed. Don't be up too late. If you don't want to drive your father, he can call a cab..."

"No, that's fine. It's the perfect time to tell him about dinner. If I'm doing him a favor, then, as far as he's concerned, he owes me."

His mother looked at Mike, a rueful smile on her face. "Sometimes I wonder about you. There are times you are just like him..."

"Only when there's business involved, and never just to my advantage. As much as possible, everyone benefits, at least a little bit." He bent down and kissed her on the lips again. "Good night. You sleep well. Tomorrow night is going to be...interesting." Maggie laughed softly and nodded as she turned and walked away. "By the way, Mom, that's a pretty nightie."

Maggie stopped and turned to look at her son, who was grinning as he looked at her. She looked down at herself to see that the light from the TV had made her nightie almost transparent.

Although nothing on her front was visible, her body was clearly outlined, including the V where her thighs met. She blushed and turned away without saying anything, feeling a frisson of arousal as she walked away, knowing he was watching her. She succeeded, but just barely, in refraining from letting her hips sway more than usual.

"Behave yourself! He's your son!" she scolded herself. "Damn! The first attractive man to notice me in years, and it has to be my son." She laughed to herself. "Maybe that's a good thing. If he weren't, Harry would have grounds for divorce, not that I don't. God, I hope Mike can talk some sense into him. I'm tired of living like a nun." Before getting into bed, she opened the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out her favorite toy.

As she settled back into her pillows, she pulled her nightie up around her hips and pulled her knees up and apart, exposing her lady to her fingers. Before she could use her friend, she needed to start her juices. After licking her fingers, she let them dance over her slit, coaxing it open. As her hand did the finger fox trot between her thighs, her memories, stimulated by thoughts of her son and how it felt to be held by him, returned her to a dance lesson twenty-four years ago.

She was fifteen, a sophomore, and had been invited to the first big dance of the school year by a member of the junior class. Excited, she had told her mother all about it. Sensible mom had pointed out that since the dance was formal, at least some of the dances would most likely be what the teenagers referred to as 'old time' dances–waltzes, fox trots, two steps, maybe even, gasp, rhumbas, and sambas, and the cha cha.

Her heart sank. Like many of her classmates, she had no trouble with the teen dances of the day, but any thing before 1970 was foreign to her. Mom had quietly patted her on the back and called her brother, Jimmy, into the room.

Over the next six weeks, as he taught her how to slow dance, as he put it, the siblings had become good friends, in spite of the three year age difference. As they danced, Jimmy told her about what she could expect from the guys who would be dancing with her, especially her date. While Maggie was neither prudish nor naive, she was inexperienced. One Sunday, when their parents were visiting friends in another town, she had asked Jimmy what she should do if...

Her questions surprised him. Objectively, he knew his sister, even at fifteen was a knockout and he expected she would have learned the answers to the questions she was asking already. Maggie's problem was that she was almost too pretty; her beauty convincing her age mates they didn't stand a chance before they even asked her.

Rather than try to explain his answers, he had replied, "It'll be easier if I just show you. Try to pretend I'm your date." His demonstration, and her pretending, had been too successful. By the time the parents had returned Maggie knew, and had experienced, all the possible outcomes of slow dancing. She and Jimmy practiced them as often as possible before the dance, and after, as far as that goes. He taught her all about her body and its responses to caresses, and how to enjoy them, whether from her fingers or someone else's.

With a deep sigh, she hit the on button, welcoming the soft humming sound.

In his room at the other end of the hall, Mike was slipping into bed nude, as he usually did, already beginning to stroke himself, remembering the feel of his mother's small breasts and slender hips against his body, anticipating how they would feel without the barrier of cloth between them.

Part VII

"Thanks, son; I really appreciate this. Last night, did you see what I mean about your mother. She held back a bit because you were there, but that's how she's been for the past three or four years."

"Yeah, I see what you mean. We had a good talk after you went to bed. I think I know how to get her to at least start talking about divorce.

"She reminded me. We have an apartment downtown that we apparently keep it for visiting big shots? Do you have a key so I can go look at it, see what kind of value a judge or realtor might put on it?"Harry swallowed hard. "Uh, yeah. I guess," he said and reached in his pocket for his keys. He unsnapped one and handed it to Mike who put it in his pocket without looking at it.

"Another thing Mom and I discussed last night. Ellie's due home around supper time. Rather than cooking, I thought we all could go to Someplace Else. I'll be joining their kitchen staff the first of October and would like to see what the food is like. You'll come with us, won't you. We don't want to disappoint Ellie."

"Ah, no. Don't want to do that. What time?" Inwardly, Harry was cursing. He had forgotten today was the day his daughter was coming home before she left for a year to study in England and Switzerland. And Mike had the key to the apartment, currently occupied by Marty. He had 'loaned' it to her until she was able to find a place of her own, four months ago. She apparently didn't see any great need to move.

Mike dropped his father at the independent garage he insisted on using, claiming they were better mechanics. "Bet ter customers," Mike thought, cynically. Harry had found a fairly inexpensive supplier of metric fine-threaded nuts and bolts, such as those favored by auto and parts manufacturers. For a price break on service, he gave them a break on parts ordered through him, whether the small parts he specialized in, or even larger sheet metal parts the garage used in their body shop.

"I'll probably drop in at the apartment this afternoon," Mike said. "Unless there's a need to hurry."

"No, no, that'll be fine. Keep the key; you may need to visit it a few times," Harry told him, thinking, "I have to get that cunt out of there today. Shit! Damn you, Maggie; I'm sure you reminded him of the flat on purpose." He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the apartment, without success.

Part VIII

Mike recalled Harry's emphasis on 'tomorrow morning' when he was telling Marty to leave, and he also recalled that his father had never made it to the office before ten o'clock when he had worked there, and, like this morning, Harry usually left the house by eight o'clock. He wondered what Marty looked like when first awakened, and decided to see if he could find out.

The Jacoby family home's southern exposure faced Long Island Sound with nothing between them and the Sound but a half mile wide forever wild strip, ending in a 20-foot high bluff. The apartment, on the Old Coast Road, was on the eighteenth floor of a twenty story apartment building, whose southern exposure was just 200 yards from the Sound, across a white sandy beach. It was located in an area widely regarded as the low range of the high rent district in the small city.

Harry's key got him into the building and through the inner security doors. He took the elevator to the eighteenth floor and let himself into the apartment without knocking. As he entered the living room, the phone started ringing, and down the hall he could hear the shower. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello."

There was no answer, and just before the phone went dead, he heard his father's voice, "Shit!"

As he replaced the phone, the tall, natural red head came into the room, all her loveliness on display, toweling her hair. "Good morning. It's Mike, right? Did Harry send you? I had a thought he might, so we could get acquainted." She walked up to him and handed him the towel and turned her back to him. "If you would, please."

"Sorry,"he replied, throwing the towel over her shoulder. "I just came to confirm a suspicion. I imagine Dad is on his way here, in a hurry. I expect he'll be encouraging you to find some other place to live, at least until after the divorce. I have some place to be right now, or I'd stick around to get acquainted. I'd really like to explore that landing strip."

"You really have to go?" she pouted, assuming a stance which seemed to push both her hips and boobs forward at the same time.

"Yeah. Dad won't be pleased I discovered you here. I'm afraid he'd really lose it and take it out on you if he were to catch us in flagrante, so to speak."

The phone rang again. Marty answered it. "Hello. Is that you, Sweets?... Who else would call me here... No, I didn't hear it ringing. I've been in the shower... I'm sorry... Your son?... No, why would I see him this early?... Here?... There hasn't been any one here... You know I'm a one man at a time girl, unless you want me to be otherwise... Okay, baby, I'll be here waiting for you." She hung up the phone. "They had to special order a part which didn't arrive until this morning. He said he'd be late. Would you like some coffee? Or something else?" she asked in an inviting tone.

"One man at a time, huh. No thanks, Marty; but take my advice and start looking for another place to live. Within a month, either my mother or my father are going to living here." He looked at her crotch. "Doesn't that wax hurt?"

"Like a son of a bitch, that's why I had it lasered off," she said with a grin. She looked him up and down. "Too bad you're not more like your father. He'd enjoy screwing another man's woman, especially if he knew he wouldn't get caught. Oh, well...Thanks for the heads up. I guess I shouldn't count on being able to stay if it's Harry, either, huh?"

"Not until the divorce is final. After that, nobody'll give a fuck; until then, he really should try to keep his nose, and his pecker, clean." He glanced again at her crotch. "Damn, I'm already late," he said shaking his head. He turned to leave. "No pun intended, but it really was nice seeing you all again." Marty's laugh followed him out into the foyer, where the elevator was waiting.

The Old Coast Road was a divided four lane highway. As Mike pulled out of the parking lot and turned east to return home, he saw his father's car approaching on the other side of the dividing median strip. Harry was concentrating on his driving, speeding, and so didn't see Mike, or at least, didn't acknowledge him. Mike just shook his head and expelled a heavy sigh.

Part IX

He got home around eleven and decided to call the restaurant to see if he could book the reservation. The phone was picked up on the first ring.

"Yes, I'd like to make a reservation for four, around seven-thirty. The name is Mike Jacoby."

"Mike! How wonderful! I'm so glad to hear from you. This is Nancy Riordan; my husband, Peter, is the head chef. We met very briefly at the school when you interviewed. Dean Schantz called Peter yesterday to confirm your graduation and told us about your win. Congratulations.

"So you're coming for dinner tonight, with family? Very good. I'll tell Peter; and don't worry about the cost. Tonight, your dinner is on us. Just ask for me when you come in. Ooh, there's another call. See you later."

Mike's head was spinning. Since he had spoken his name, his contribution to the conversation had mostly been monosyllabic grunts, but it had apparently been enough. He remembered Nancy. A relatively short, plump woman, with greying hair, and the prettiest green eyes he had ever seen. Although their encounter had only been a few minutes long, she had made a lasting impression on him. Dynamic was the only word to describe her.

Peter, too, although 'driven' could also be used for him. Even as students, Mike and his classmates were aware of what was going on in the industry. The word was that Peter wanted to make Someplace Else into the finest dining establishment in the State and he was out to select the best student chefs he could find, to mold into professionals he could trust to do things his way.

Part X

Mike took a deep breath to clear his head and went into the kitchen to fix something for lunch. He pulled out the cold chicken left from dinner last night just as Maggie walked into the kitchen, dressed in a modest bikini. He offered to share the chicken for a light lunch.

"That'll be fine, Mike. Let 's just have a cold lunch of leftovers; I bet I can even find some paper plates so there aren't any dishes to wash," she said as she began opening cupboard doors. "Yesss! Here we go."

Mike laughed at her infectious good mood. He pulled the plastic stopper on the leftover wine and took a sip. Shuddering, he passed the glass to Maggie. "Won't kill us, and it is nearly full. By the second glass, it should be okay; it will have warmed up and breathed a bit."

Maggie laughed. "You're confusing me with your father. He's the one who considers himself a wine expert. I have a hard enough time remembering white with chicken and fish, red with everything else."

Mike smiled, knowing the statement to be only partially true. Harry did consider himself an expert, but Maggie had a more discerning palate, and could pair wines and entrees by odor alone when tested.

"I made reservations for four tonight. Dad said he'll probably have to meet us there, so I have to call and tell him what time. The chef's wife, Nancy Riordan, took the reservation. I met her during the on campus interviews when they hired me. I thought it was strange the chef bringing his wife to the interviews."

"Would it still seem strange if you knew she was the owner, at least majority owner? I met them a year or so after they opened, and they were having some financial problems. I told her about the about the benefits of female ownership of small businesses. I guess they followed through. The next time I was in, they sent over a bottle of champagne." She smiled and sighed. "It'll be good to see Nancy again; it's been two or three years, I guess. But now I'll have an even better reason to go out there for dinner. Do you have any idea what you'll be doing?"

"I'll probably start as a line cook, that's what we talked about in the interview. Frankly, I wouldn't feel comfortable at anything else for a year or so. We'll see. If we're lucky, and they're not too busy, maybe we can get a tour of the kitchen tonight."

"Probably just you, sweetie. I don't think Ellie or your father would be greatly interested unless you were actually working there. I know I wouldn't.

"Now, we're wasting valuable sunlight. Go get changed so we can catch those rays you were talking about last night. I'll clean up this little bit. Shall I take out the wine?"

"Silly question. And another bottle. I'll grab the ice bucket on my way out."

Fifteen minutes later, Mike walked out the back entryway, headed for the pool. As soon as he saw his mother, he stopped. She was lying on a blanket, in the grassy area abutting the pool apron. Her feet were toward the house; her head, cradled on her arms. The neck and back straps on her bra were untied and laid out, away from her body. Although the leg holes of her light blue bottoms were high cut, the back modestly covered the rest of her butt, up to her hips, where they were held together by two bows on each side..

He shook himself and walked up to the blanket and dropped down beside her. "Want some sun block?" he asked, picking up the bottle lying next to her.

"Mmhmm," she replied, giving a little shimmy, as if she were settling into a nest. He squirted some of the lotion into his hand, then moved her hair out of his way and began to spread the creamy liquid over her back and shoulders. He covered everything above her waist, including the small breast bulges on her sides.

The first touch of Mike's hands on her back had renewed the frisson of arousal Maggie had felt last night. With an act of will, she pushed it out of her head and just enjoyed the back rub. She was aware of every move he made, and as his hands approached the sides of her breasts, she started to tense up inside. But when his hands simply glided over the small bulges just like they had moved over the rest of her, she again relaxed.

Next, he lotioned her arms, pulling them, one at a time, from under her face. Then he moved down and began to lotion her feet and calves. When they were both done, she felt him straddle one leg and begin to apply the sun block to the back of her thigh, running both hands up the sides, one inside, one out, then moving to the back of her leg and pulling his hands back toward him.

He did this five or six times, each time moving a fraction of an inch closer to her panty line. On the last time, his fingers actually hit her swim suit and maintained contact as his hand slid up onto her buttock until it met the other hand and made its final trip down that leg.

Maggie felt Mike move to the other leg and begin to repeat the procedure. She was aware of every move his hands made, and the anticipation of his caresses was stirring her arousal. She was sure there must be a visible wet spot between her legs and wanted to close them, but his knee was in the way. She even imagined she could smell herself, and wondered what he must think of her, becoming aroused by her son rubbing lotion on her legs.

Finally, he was done. The long awaited caress along the bottom of her suit up onto her buttock was done. She felt a small shiver pass over her body. At least that's what she called it, but it left her feeling a little more relaxed, if slightly breathless.

Mike was lying beside her, propped up on his left arm. With his right hand, he reached over and began tracing little circles along her rib cage. At first they were nice, seemingly innocuous, but as he continued, they began to tickle. She pulled her left arm out and tried to bat his hand away, telling him to stop.

He ignored her and simply pushed her hand out of the way. As the tickling became more intense, she began to laugh and move, attempting to avoid him, and flailing her arm around to try to stop him. All her attempts did was to encourage him to continue. He got up on his knees and brought his left hand into play.

Without thinking about what she was doing, Maggie turned over and tried to grab his hands, revealing her barely B bosom to her son for the first time. Mike hesitated, causing Maggie to look down. Embarrassed, she tried to cover herself, but Mike grabbed her hands and held them over her head, then leaned down and kissed her.

At first, Maggie, startled by what was happening, made no response, but her body reacted for her, and she found herself returning the kiss. When Mike's tongue sought entry, she yielded and let it in. His arms worked their way under her back and lifted her against his chest. At that point, Maggie pulled her face away and looked him in the eye.

"What's going on, Mike? What are you doing?"

With a grin which reminded her of a night twenty-three years ago, and stirred her lady to want more, he replied, "Well, we're going to be alone up at the cabin, just the two of us in three small rooms. It's inevitable that we'll see each other's bodies at some point during the three weeks, so I thought I'd introduce the concept of nudity while we're up there. Personally, I think total nudity would be best, but I'll understand if that's too much for you right now."

"Right now? Implying that, if I don't accede, at some time in the future, you plan to bring the subject up again," she said, trying to hide her smile.

Mike grinned. She was still lying in his arms, her breasts against his chest, not trying to get away. "Mmhmm, every day until you agree."

"And is there a reason for this sudden interest in naturalism?"

Mike's smile disappeared, and he drew Maggie's head close to whisper, "Yes, while we're up at the cabin, I'm going to seduce you, then I plan to make love to you every day until we return."

Maggie felt that same shiver pass over her body again, as she pulled her body closer to her son, her head over his shoulder, her cheek against his. This time there was no mistaking it. She felt like her quim had gushed a cup of fluid into her bikini bottoms. She was definitely sure now she could smell it, but was unable to move. After a silence which seemed to stretch into forever, she spoke, barely above a whisper.

"Mike, you're crazy. We can't do that; I'm your mother. What are you thinking?"

"That I'm in love with you, and I want to fully express that love. We have three weeks, alone together. Nobody will know, and, when we get back, if you want to stop, we will. But for the three weeks, it will be Mike and Meg at the cabin."

"Meg, not Maggie?" she asked, pulling back to look at him, with a smile, sure she knew what he was thinking.

"That's right. Meg is my woman; Maggie is Harry's wife, and my mother. I want to leave her here."

"Oh, Mike. It is so hard to think..." she replied, lowering her eyes.

"If you think thinking is hard," he said, grinning, and moving her hand to his groin. Maggie's eyes opened wide.

"That's not fair," she grinned, not moving her hand. She looked her son in the eye.

"I can't say yes, right now, to any more than this," she said, pointing to her naked chest, "but I'm not saying no, either, to anything." She leaned toward him and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth, and pulling his hand to her breast.

As his palm closed on her nipple, she moaned, so softly, he felt, more than heard it. She pulled back and slid out of his arms. "You're a dangerous man, Jacoby. You know it's a perilous path you've plotted?"

"Yes, it is; but if I'm successful, even if we stop when we come home, if you let me advise you, I can guarantee you'll be free of Dad by the time I start working."

Maggie gave him a calculating look. "And what do you hope to achieve by that?"

"I just want you to be happy, Mom. Ultimately, that's all I really want. At least after our three weeks," he said with a grin. Maggie laughed out loud without restraint, realizing when she was done, it was the first time in months, if not years, she had done so.

"If I thought we could behave ourselves," she said, when she caught her breath, "I'd invite you to shower with me, and get a little taste of full nudity, but you need to get dressed and get to the airport to pick up your sister." Mike groaned and helped her up.

"We're not done with this discussion, you know," he said.

Maggie gave him a saucy smile. "We'll see," she said, bending over to pick up her bra, letting her shoulder brush against his lump. Feeling absolutely wanton, as she walked past him toward the house, she untied the bows holding her bikini bottoms together and walked out of them, totally nude, into the house. Mike groaned, watching her perfect ass as it disappeared inside.

Part XI

Mike waited at the concourse gate, watching people as they met and greeted each other. He had just heard that his sister's plane had landed, and knew it would be nearly a half hour before she was hugging him. He thought back to the night of her high school Senior Ball.

His parents were out of town, on one of the few business trips Maggie had ever gone on, and had asked Mike to come home, over his Spring Break, and stay with Ellie while they were gone. He had answered the door when her date showed up. Mike recognized him as someone who had had a rep as a player even when Mike was in school.

Without giving what he was saying much thought, he had told Tommy, "I know my sister is no angel, and I also know she is no slut. In fact, I'm pretty sure she is still a virgin, and I would hate to see her treated as just another notch on the trophy belt of some guy who didn't truly appreciate her. If I thought that was gonna happen, I have a set of those Japanese knives which can cut through a tin can. I wouldn't want to have to break those out ... do you understand?"

Tommy's eyes had widened in fear and he nodded. Later that night, shortly after midnight, Ellie had come storming into his bedroom and started flailing away at him. "What did you say to him, you interfering bastard, you!? What did you tell him?"

Mike had grabbed her arms and wrestled her down onto his bed, under him. When she finally realized she couldn't move, Ellie had quieted down, and the tears started down her face. "Damn you, Mike! What did you say to him?"

"Christ, Ellie, I don't remember exactly. Something about I'd hate to see you get hurt and wind up just a notch on some stud's belt. Why?"

"He said you threatened to cut off his balls if he touched me," she sniffled. "I've been flirting with him for three months so he'd ask me to the Ball, counting on him to take my cherry, and you have to scare him off. Now what am I going to do?" Tears began to show, running down along her nose.

"You wanted to lose your cherry to that piece of slime?"

"Well, not specifically him; just to lose it. I've been accepted into the summer program at P'town, just for freshman women, to make sure their math and science skills are up to their standards. If I can pull a B+ or better, I can use the courses for credit. So I won't have any time to fuck around this summer, literally."

"I'm sorry, Ellie; if I had known...is there any way I can make it up to you, or help? I'm afraid I don't have any friends who are at home right now."

Ellie looked up at her brother and inwardly grinned, but looking at her, all Mike saw was a worried expression, as Ellie gnawed at her lower lip. She pulled her hand free and motioned for Mike to bend his head down. She put her lips to his ear. "If you really mean that, what you just said about being sorry, and wanting to help; if you really, truly meant that, and want to be a, no, the best brother ever, then you'll do it."

Mike pulled back, a puzzled expression on his face. "Do what?" he asked.

Ellie, put her arms around his neck and pulled him back to her. "Fuck me, Mike. Take my cherry. Bust that barrier and make me a woman."

"I... I... I can't..."

"Why not? Why can't you? I know you have the proper tool. I've seen it, and seen you using it to do what I want you to do."

"What...Who?" he asked, flustered that his sister might have seen him fucking another girl.

"The night Sally was over and snuck into your room. I was watching you from the hall. She left the door open for me." Ellie grinned. "She said you have one of the nicest cocks she's ever ridden."

"You were watching, and she knew...oh, shit! You conniving little sneak," he said grinning. "And now you want me to do that with you?"

"Yes... no...well, sort of." She went back to chewing her lip, a sign he recognized of her being afraid to ask for something she really wanted.

He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips, teasing her with his tongue. "What do you want, Ellie? You know you can ask me for anything, even this, and, if it's physically possible, I'll do it for you."

"Well, with Tommy, I knew I was just going to get fucked, and that was fine. That's all I wanted from him, him to pop my cherry. But since it's going to be you, Mike, can we make it special? Will you make love to me, like I was really your girlfriend, someone you might want to marry?"

Mike felt every fiber of resistance melt and leave him. With a smile, he simply bent down and coaxed his sister's lips apart and slipped his tongue in to play with hers. He pulled her up and got her positioned on his lap so he could unzip her dress.

His lips followed the neckline as it slid down her breasts until it met her strapless demi -bra. He slid his hand over her shoulder and down inside the neckline to softly cup her breast, kissing the side of her neck. His lips slid up to her ear, to softly whisper, "If I'm going too fast, or doing something you don't like, or want me to do differently, let me know. Okay?" She nodded, and tried to cuddle closer.

"I've never...more than kissing, so... just go slow and teach me."

"Are you sure, El? Are you sure you want me to..."

She turned and stopped his question with her lips. "I'd have asked for this before Sally snuck in here if I wasn't afraid you'd say no and laugh at me or think I was some kind of slut asking my brother for sex. I've wanted to do this with you for a long time. So stop worrying and make love to me, Mike; really love me. Please, Mike, I want you..."

Mike kissed her and opened the catch on the front of her bra. He pushed the dress down around her hips and lifted her to slide it and her panties under her, to fall by the side of the bed. They fell back onto the bed and moved around to get comfortable. Ellie reached between them and took hold of Mike's staff. "It didn't look this big when you were with Sally."

"What can I say? She didn't turn me on as much as you do. I was aware of her reputation for sleeping around. Screwing her was a lot like jacking off. It feels good while it's happening, but isn't really satisfying.

"But with you, aside from the fact I'm making love to my beautiful sister, you're giving me a great gift in choosing me to become your first lover. That makes it doubly special."

He bent down and took her nipple into his mouth, while his hand began to softly caress her belly, moving in circles, each one moving closer to her mons. Soon he began to feel the fine curly hairs of her untrimmed thatch. He began to lay line of kisses down the center of her body, circling her navel just as his fingers began to invade her crease. She hissed and tensed up.

He lifted his head and looked at her face. "You okay?"

She bit her lip and nodded. "What?" he asked.

"It's just me. I guess I'm nervous. Other than Doctor Marie, no one has ever touched me there."

"No one? Do you want me..."

"To keep going. That's what I want, Mike. All the way. Should I be doing something for you? Playing with your thing, or sucking it; I always hear the girls talk about sucking their boyfriends."

"Tonight, let's just worry about you, and getting past that barrier which is causing you so much anxiety. I'll teach you how to do the girl's part another time, okay?" He got on his knees, between her legs and pushed her knees up so her feet were flat on the bed.

Her smile was dazzling. "Another time. You mean you want to do this again?"

He just smiled and handed her a pillow while he dropped his head between her knees. "What's this fo...oooohhhhhmyyyyygaaaawwwwd!" she screamed, covering her face with the pillow.

Ellie had been on the brink of coming ever since Mike had unzipped her dress. The kissing and caressing since then had kept her aroused, but hadn't been sufficient to push her over the edge. However, the first touch of his tongue to her virgin pussy was like someone had touched her with a live wire.

When that tongue invaded her vagina, it was another mind shattering experience for the young virgin. His assault on her clitoris provided them both with a workout as she struggled to get away from the pleasuring eel which was Mike's tongue, and he strove to maintain contact with her sensitive nubbin. He continued until she could no longer stand it and begged him to stop.

He moved up along side her and pulled her to his chest, both on their sides, facing each other. "My god, Mike," she asked, sobbing softly, trying to regain her breathing. "Is it always like this? How do people stand it?"

He laughed. "No, it's not always this intense. It's just because it's your first time and you're not used to it yet. Now, lie back and try to relax while I make sure you're ready."

"You mean there's more? Would it have been anything near this with Tommy?"

"I don't know, love. Don't think about him, just concentrate on what I'm doing, and how it feels. Okay?" She bit her lip and nodded. Mikes hand began to stroke her between her legs, causing a series of shivers to rack her body.

Slowly, she became aware that he had slipped a pair of fingers into her vagina. "Ohmigawd, Mike! What are you doing to me. That feels so fucking awesome!"

He laughed. "That's good. That's how it's supposed to feel. When I lay down, I want you to straddle me, with your vagina right over my hips."

Ellie felt a tremor of anticipation rumble through her belly. "This is it, huh? We're really going to do it; we're going to fuck."

Mike helped her into position, then took her face in his hands. "Listen to me, Ellie. Although the actions, the motions are the same, I will never just fuck you. That implies that I am using you for my own pleasure and don't give a rat's ass about how you feel or if you are even close to being ready or satisfied.

"When a guy or a girl just fucks their partner in sex, that partner is left feeling empty and used. That's what Sally did to me that night. All she wanted was to say she had fucked a college man. She didn't care if I came or shit.

"What we're doing here, you and me, together, is making love. We are showing each other, in a very special physical way, how much we mean to each other; demonstrating that in an ancient rite of love. The memory of tonight will always remind us of our love for each other, and enrich us. Memories of fucks remind us of how we let ourselves be used, or used someone, and diminish us."

The teary expression on Ellie's face stopped Mike cold. "Oh, baby, I didn't mean to make you cry. I was just trying to explain..."

"I know, Mike, it's just...when I decided to get Tommy to ask me to the Ball, all I was looking to do was get rid of my cherry, and kind of let it get known that I wasn't the goody-two-shoes every one thought I was.

"But doing this with you, I know it is going to be so much better. I love you Mike. Not just sister and brother, but that's part of it..." Mike's lips stopped her. As their kiss intensified, Mike pushed his hips upward, slowly driving his cock into her virgin vagina.

When Ellie felt the pressure in her lady, she broke the kiss and sat up suddenly, and winced. "Ow www.!" She looked down where they were joined, to see her pubes resting on his. She grinned, and looked into Mike's face, and seeing the love there, bent down to kiss him.

"We did it, didn't we? I'm not a virgin anymore. Thank you , Mike. Thank you for tonight. And I guess I should thank you for scaring Tommy so badly. If the next time is even..." She stopped as Mike began to move his hips. "Wha...oh, Mike, what are you doing to me? Uh uh uh ohhh damn that feels so...so...oooohhhh goooood...god, Mike, don't stop oh fuck, this, uh is, uh what, uh they, ahh all, mm taaaallllk abooouuuut uh unh uh unh uh uh uh fuuuuuck me Mike! Oh mi gawwwwwww iiiiiii'mmmmmm gooonnnnaaa cooooooooooo aaaahhhhhhhhh!!!! oh mother shit," she concluded, dropping down on Mike's chest, sobbing lightly.

"Oh, Christ, Mike! What did you do to me? How can it ever get any better than that? All the girls say the first time is usually the pits compared to doing it later. I won't survive...did you...no, you didn't, did you...do you want to...it's okay; I'm on the pill." She sat up, driving his staff deeper into her belly. "Unhnng. Damn, Mike, it feels like you're trying to push into my stomach. Are all guys as big as you? Do we need to get into another position so you can come..."

Mike pulled her down to kiss her, and roll over into the missionary position. He pulled her legs up so her knees were on his shoulder, letting him move into her another inch or so. He chuckled when he saw her eyes go a bit bug eyed. "Hush. It's okay to talk a little, but you don't need to provide a running commentary. Unless the guy is totally clueless, he'll be able to tell what you're experiencing."

Ellie grinned. "It's Sally's fault. She said most guys needed a road map to find her clit, and it was just easier to tell them than physically lead them by the hand, as she put it."

Mike laughed. "When we're done with your lessons, I hope you'll be able to do a better job choosing partners than she apparently does."

"My lessons? Plural? How many times do you plan on doing this?"

"Well, the folks aren't coming back until a week from Tuesday. That's at least ten days, two or three times a day, unless you have plans for something better."

"I'll have to let you know, but based on my limited experience, I can't imagine anything better." Mike kissed her and began moving his hips, slowly, in the ages old dance of procreation that man had turned into recreation.

She had beat him to a climax again, and had experienced a third when she felt his hot spend splash against her inner walls. After he had kissed away her tears, they had fallen asleep, on their sides, facing each other, still joined.

By the time Maggie and Harry got home, their children were experienced lovers, able to read the signals the other was putting out from across the room. While they had spent most of the time alone together, they had gone out a few times with some of their friends, careful to act like siblings instead of lovers.

Ellie had drawn enough attention from Mike's friends that her girl friends were convinced that one of them was responsible for the new glow they saw in her, and congratulated her on becoming a woman before she graduated.

Since that time, because of school requirements, and the on-going presence of family, they had only managed to be together a few times over the intervening two years. Each time, however, had been as satisfying and fulfilling as that first week together.

He saw her coming down the concourse. She would be hard to miss. Like Maggie, she was tall, and had the brunette version of her face. Her body was another story.

She had the woman's version of her father's body. It was definitely feminine, with a well defined hour-glass figure. She had high, pointed breasts, and, he knew, wore a 38C brassiere. With a 26 inch waist and 37 inch hips, it was going to take a strong man to control her in bed.

Her smile seemed forced when she spied him waiting for her. Watching her head for him, his first thought was, "She's like a Norse goddess, with her dark hair and blazing green eyes, walking through the crowd with no thought for anyone." Indeed, she didn't have to push past anyone, the crowd seemed to divide in front of her as she headed directly for Mike.

Before hello, their arms were around each other and lips meshed like those of lovers who thought the other was forever lost. "I didn't think I'd get to see you before I left," Ellie whispered, pulling him tightly against her once their lips separated. "Thank god you're here."

"Is something wrong?" was Mike's first question.

Later," Ellie said, shaking her head. "Let's get my bag and go somewhere to get a drink, so we can talk."

Part XII

There was a roadhouse about halfway between the airport and their hometown. It was owned by the family of an old girl friend of Mike's. She was tending bar and supervising the dining room when the pair walked in. She recognized them immediately. "Hey, Mike, Ellie! How are you all on this fine afternoon? Can I get you something?"

"Hey, yourself, Marianne! You're looking good, especially behind a bar. There's sumpin about a lady bartender makes a man wanna howl," he drawled, putting on a nasally hillbilly accent, eliciting a laugh from both of the women. "I'll have a short one of whatever ale you have on tap."

"New Holland Gold?" she offered. He nodded and looked at Ellie.

"Oh, uhh, Jack and ginger, I guess."

Marianne winced and reached for a glass. "Just a sec, Mar. Ellie, you know I love you to death, but I'd be failing my duty as a brother, and my sacred calling as a chef if I let you drink that. Is there a reason you need something hard?" She looked at him, and then dropped her gaze to the floor, and nodded. "Make it a CC and ginger, Mar, long on the ginger, and a ginger ale on the side."

Marianne's eyebrows went up. "She won't be twenty-one until the fifteenth. Don't worry, if anyone comes in, I'll grab the drink and dump it in the ale."

"You owe me a night in the kitchen, and after, Mike, boy."

"You got it. First of July." he said, picking up the drinks and walking to the booth where Ellie had chosen to sit. He slid in beside her, and was surprised when she slid away from him.

"Hey, El. What's going on?"

"After I tell you what I've done, you won't want to touch me. I'm so sorry, Mike." She looked like tears were about to fall. She grabbed her drink and downed it in a single long quaff. "Can I..." she started but stopped when Mike shook his head.

"Whatever you've done, or think you've done, it won't make me love you less. Tell me about it."

She sat, resting her elbows on the table, not looking at him. Her voice was little more than a whisper. "Tuesday night, I was all done with my exams so Sue, my roommate, and I went out to dinner to celebrate. While we were out we met a couple of cute guys and let them pick us up. While we were all at Zero's drinking, Sue changed her mind and decided to go on home. I...I ...oh, god, I'm so ashamed; I pretended to be drunk and let them take me to their apartment.

"It was awful, Mike. Remember what you told me about what fucking was compared to making love. Well, they really fucked me. They each must have done it to me three or four times. All that fucking and I never came; not even close.

"Then one of them did it to my bottom. By then I was already so sore, I couldn't tell if it hurt or not. But then they tried to do it at the same time. At first I thought they were both trying to get into my pussy, but the second guy tried to put it back into my bottom. I guess my scream scared them. Anyhow, they left me alone to dress, and called me a cab.

"I'm so sorry, Mike. Just don't hate me." He reached for her and pulled her into a hug.

"I couldn't hate you, El. I'm a little surprised you had the balls to do it. And I'm very glad you didn't get seriously hurt. Have you been checked out for STDs and AIDS? No, then we'll get you to a clinic first thing in the morning. And you're still on the pill?"

"No, I switched to a long term implant. I've been using it for a couple of years now. You really don't hate me? Oh, I was so worried you would. I promise, I won't ever do anything that stupid again." She looked at him. "Are you going to tell Mom?"

"Do you want me to?"

Ellie shook her head, giving him the 'duh' look. "Why would I want you to do that?"

"I have no idea. Why did you ask me if I was going to tell her?"

"You two are so close, and seem to share everything. It's almost like you're married. Speaking of which, have they decided to get divorced yet, or is the Jacoby family sniping range still open for business?"

Mike shrugged and sighed. "Unfortunately, it's still open for business, but for tonight, they've called a sort of truce. We're all going to Someplace Else for dinner. Dad will meet us there. He's promised, and since he wants Mom in a conciliatory mood, he'll be there."

"Why, what's he done?"

"He bailed on the cabin this year. Since you're leaving for Europe, it'll just be Mom and me, for three weeks."

"Good for you!" Ellie looked around the bar to see if anyone could overhear them. Satisfied, she leaned in close to Mike. "I know they haven't made love, or had sex, or fucked, whatever it would be between them, since before you went away to school. I hear her sometimes, pleasuring herself, and you know that doesn't last more than a few minutes. Why don't you be a good grown up son and seduce her, make love to her, like you did for my first time?"

Mike repeated her survey, then leaned down to whisper, "I've already started." Ellie sat up straight and looked at her brother, a wide smile on her face.

"We need to get going," she said. "You can tell me in the car."

Part XIII

The two Jacoby children were just pulling into Belle Vista Drive when Mike finished bringing Ellie up to date on the condition of their parents' union. She looked at him in wonder. "You're telling me our cheating asshole of a father is paying you to convince our mother to do something she already wants to do, and is giving you four months to get it done, and is picking up the bill for it, to boot, and what you really need to do, is convince him to apologize to Mom for letting their marriage go to shit? And your strategy to do that is to practice full nudity around the house so you can take her to bed and remind her how good sex can be." She laughed. "Sounds like a plan, to me. Damn! I wish I could be here to help."